First day: pass on the pears and partridges. Second day: keep the frickin’ turtle doves. Third day: what the heck is a French hen anyway? Fourth day: the birds called ... they want their gifts back. Fifth day: hey Frodo ... what’s up with all the rings? Sixth day: six geese-a-laying — who’s cleaning that up? Seventh day: quack, quack, this gift is wack. Eighth day: oh, sorry ... lactose intolerant. Ninth day: OK, ladies ... who spiked the eggnog? 10th day: the leaping lords have leapt the building. 11th day: put these gifts in your pipe ... 12th day: parumpapumpum, say NO to gifts that are dumb |
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